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“Will you stay with me just until I fall asleep?” I grab his hand and tug him toward the bed.
“Of course,” he says, his voice getting caught in his throat as I lead him toward the mattress. Ezra pulls the blankets down, and the dildo falls off the side, crashing to the floor. It immediately starts vibrating. My cheeks burn red as I rush to pick it up, shoving it inside my suitcase. “Guess I won’t be needing that.”
“Ever again,” Ezra tells me as I slide between the sheets beside him. He opens his arms, and I rest my head against his chest, hearing the thrum of his heart. This man makes mefucking weak. The adrenaline and excitement begin to wear off, and exhaustion takes over.
A soft laugh escapes as I hold him tighter. His fingers trail over the curve of my hip, and it causes butterflies to flood me. Giddiness inundates my chest, and I close my eyes, enjoying every intimate, electric moment with him.
He runs his fingers through my hair, which only makes me relax further.
I replay Ezra’s commands, his praise, the feel and taste of him, and the breathtaking tenderness and possessiveness in his kiss.
A smile curves my lips, warmth spreading through me like a secret. My breathing slows, and my body lets go as sleep takes me under.
When my eyes flutter open,I see the sunlight spilling through the windows. The room is quiet, and the bed is empty. I look around, wondering if it was a dream. I lift the blankets, realizing I’m still naked, and grin. My silk robe hangs on the door, the lamp is off, and then I notice the red light on my voice recorder is still solid.
Sitting up, I reach over to grab it and see the timer is steadily ticking. It’s been recording for over seven hours.
It captured every detail, every damn word.
The realization causes my heart to slam in my chest.
It captured every moan, every whispered confession, every gasp of pleasure between us.
My mouth falls open in stunned disbelief.
“Hoooly shit,” I whisper, turning it off and then falling back on the bed.
I stare up at the ceiling and grin.
It wasn’t a damn dream.
For a second, I thought it was.
Ezraisn’ttoo good to be true.
CHAPTER 16
EZRA
Ilie still for a moment, eyes closed, letting memories from last night wash over me. Scarlett’s whispers, her soft gasps, the look in her eyes when she surrendered to me. It feels like a dream, one that I lived and breathed.
The need to see her chases away the lingering sleep that threatens to pull me back under.
My phone vibrates on the nightstand, and it snaps me from my thoughts. I reach over and unlock the screen.
Scarlett
Thinking about you.
I smile at the device, my thumb hovering before I reply.
Ezra
Can’t believe you’re awake. Harry hasn’t crowed yet.
Scarlett
A different cock is responsible for my sleeplessness.
